Every time I go in the bathroom and look at the mirror my mind immediately shifts to any imperfection. My hairline. My lack of muscle. My face proportions. And it goes downhill every time. I have to stop and tell myself to get out of the mirror and forget it in order to stop feeling like im going to have a panic attack. Through out the day i remember what I saw in the mirror. I go out and see a guy with nice hair, a guy with arms that arent fucking sticks and feel like a lazy piece of shit. As if I could do something about it. For the muscles yeah, but then I remember. There is no gym for your face.
